That's sorted.
LH has grown tired of the way I guess the ending of the murder mysteries we watch, and has requested with all due respect that I write my own. So here I am, trying to organize a murder mystery novel. I've found the body and am piecing together the rest of the plotline. Yikes.
I'm really enjoying Castle, the ABC network's new crime drama for those of you in the U.K. The interplay and UST between the male and female leads to make it really fun to watch. And, it seems pretty cleverly written. It's formulaic enough for me to know that whoever the lead suspect is by the half hour, isn't the ultimate culprit. However the conclusion always has some sort of twist that I didn't predict, even if I did predict the killer.
CSI in all its incarnations has lost its thrill for me, but Vegas the most. The show had a fully talented ensemble cast before Lawrence Fishburn joined the production and the story lines seemed to balance the characters fairly well. Now every episode centers around Mr. Fishburn and the rest of the cast seems relegated to cameo appearances. If CBS is trying to kill the show, they're going about it the right way. This last episode was particularly awful in addition to its Fishburn-exclusivity; if the next one's just as bad, I'm done.
1. I really don't need or want to watch a woman strangled to death on screen, it's NOT entertaining.
2. If I wanted to watch Mexican Wrestling, I'd watch it and not CSI.
That episode spent too much time on incidental artistic scenes and not enough on the crime's solution. I have a feeling that Lawrence Fishburn is CSI's "shark jump", which is really too bad given his talent.
Spent this morning putting together my desk space in the library at our new house. It's a pleasantly sunlit room, two full walls of windows, but, I can still see the computer screen. I love this house!